I get that three year-olds whine. And talk in their own language. And fake laugh. And stick out their bums and chant, “BUMMY BUMMY BUMMY BUM”. Which I’d really like to blame on the other kids in daycare…so it’s too bad he doesn’t actually go to daycare.
On my good days, I try to give him points for creativity. But try having this conversation more than once:
Me: Raines, would you like milk or water for lunch?
R: I want toyso!!
Me: Toyso, hunh.
R: Toyso fa!
Me: Ha, ha. Ok – do you want milk or water for lunch?
R: TOYSO FA! DA! (spitting sounds)
Me: You either say milk or water or I’m going to choose for you.
R: Me want milky toyso!!!!!
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ENDING:
Me, Response 1: I don’t know what “milky” is.
Raines: MILKY TOYSO FA DA [spit, spit, then makes fart sounds]
[repeat from beginning]
Me, Response 2: You must not be very thirsty. [walk away]
Raines: NOOOOOOOO!!!! [screaming, tantrum, tears]
Me, Response 3: Here’s your milk.
Good thing I’m crazy about him. ‘Cause this sh&t gets tough.